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An actual conversation with a stranger on a train platform:
Them: You look really tired and shaky. Are you sick?
Me: No, I just have bad fatigue. I'm disabled and I have a chronic pain disorder.
Them: Really? What is it?
Me: Fibromyalgia, among other things.
Them: What? Fibromyalgia isn't even real. You're just lazy. Are you really disabled? I don't see a cane or anything.
Me: I was born with Cerebral Palsy due to brain damage that led to other problems. I forgot my cane at home. Fibromyalgia has been proven to exist. For me specifically, it's one of the problems caused by the damage.
Them: Whatever. You don't even look disabled. My cousin has cerebral palsy, and she needs a walker. I bet you're just lazy.
Me: Are you always this judgmental of tired-looking strangers, or am I a special case?
Them: Fucking lazy.
Me: Nice meeting you, too!
At that exact moment, the train arrived and the doors opened. We both stepped into different cars.
As for why I even bothered to talk about my disabilities with strangers, someone has to.
(For the curious: I walked around the Congressional Plaza center and bought ionic tourmaline hairbrushes with coupons at Ulta, and organic beverages and chocolate at Fresh Market.)
Seriously, I don't even have half the strength for any kind of bullshit today or probably the rest of the week. That includes making fun of things I love, like my toys or my makeup or my TV shows or my books. Just a cheerful warning.
(A friend on Facebook called my love of Ponies and glitter "revolting" while parading his love for Diablo and its unicorn killing, and I just about tore him apart in a private message, because fucking hells that is just rude and I shall not be talked to that way, even if he thought he was joking.)
Also, I am very very very tired and weak. I'm going to bed early. My everything is hurting badly enough to make me cry. I love you all.
Them: You look really tired and shaky. Are you sick?
Me: No, I just have bad fatigue. I'm disabled and I have a chronic pain disorder.
Them: Really? What is it?
Me: Fibromyalgia, among other things.
Them: What? Fibromyalgia isn't even real. You're just lazy. Are you really disabled? I don't see a cane or anything.
Me: I was born with Cerebral Palsy due to brain damage that led to other problems. I forgot my cane at home. Fibromyalgia has been proven to exist. For me specifically, it's one of the problems caused by the damage.
Them: Whatever. You don't even look disabled. My cousin has cerebral palsy, and she needs a walker. I bet you're just lazy.
Me: Are you always this judgmental of tired-looking strangers, or am I a special case?
Them: Fucking lazy.
Me: Nice meeting you, too!
At that exact moment, the train arrived and the doors opened. We both stepped into different cars.
As for why I even bothered to talk about my disabilities with strangers, someone has to.
(For the curious: I walked around the Congressional Plaza center and bought ionic tourmaline hairbrushes with coupons at Ulta, and organic beverages and chocolate at Fresh Market.)
Seriously, I don't even have half the strength for any kind of bullshit today or probably the rest of the week. That includes making fun of things I love, like my toys or my makeup or my TV shows or my books. Just a cheerful warning.
(A friend on Facebook called my love of Ponies and glitter "revolting" while parading his love for Diablo and its unicorn killing, and I just about tore him apart in a private message, because fucking hells that is just rude and I shall not be talked to that way, even if he thought he was joking.)
Also, I am very very very tired and weak. I'm going to bed early. My everything is hurting badly enough to make me cry. I love you all.
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Date: 2012-06-27 01:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-27 02:05 am (UTC)I have no words for that idiot at the train station. (Well, no words that can be said in polite company anyway.)
*hugs more* I'm keeping you in my prayers and I'm wishing you a good week and things.
*hugs*
(Oooh, I got some of the makeup I ordered from that etsy shop you showed me. It's awesome. :) )
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Date: 2012-06-27 03:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-27 11:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-28 01:12 pm (UTC)*Gentle hugs*
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Date: 2012-06-29 05:34 am (UTC)